You, know who IAm
where the hidden redwood burns
as high midnight raves
unwilling to trade
for life's frivolous trinkets
I, seek your passions
you, scream out my name
wild panting, heaving, dying
for favorite pain
your wanting wound strays
panting of another fire
behind screaming lust
last fire, glowing red
unwilling of dying heat
lays your wild scraps out
nothing of passion
is left behind, as fur flies
to midnight's willing
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